[ He blinks his surprise at her choice of words; she could mean the dagger, she could mean either of them from what she's told him about herself before she met the Loki from Tevinter. It's probably for the best that he presumes she means all of it.

His expression softens as Loki takes the dagger from her. ]

I don't know how I could forget, having met you.

[ There's a great measure of care as he lifts the blade to her hair, holds it steady, and shears off the curls wound around his finger. With a small flourish the blade is set aside on the bedspread and he brings his hand into the space between them to show her what he's cut. ]

Thank you. It means... so much. No one has ever granted me a token before.